My dreams this morning were a wildly colorful and vivid jumble of characters and scenarios, from which I could hardly escape or retreat. And I don’t think I wanted to.
I’ve been drawing much more than writing these days, and I’ve not transcribed a dream upon waking in quite awhile. Even today, this was as much as I jotted down. Gradually the images began to fade as I got caught up in emails and research and the tasks of the day.
In the meantime, some sketches from last evening. The world famous TARDIS restroom in The Way Station bar, and its attendant tiny library!
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 